Toji Fushiguro

She had found out about your conversations with that other man. She didn't say anything at first, but she felt jealousy and a gnawing sense of helplessness.

With a typical friendly work chat, they decided to meet at a nice café. Toji happened to be passing by, smoking, and saw them. He also saw that slightly distracted smile of yours.

When you got home and put your papers on the table, he was leaning back against the counter by the door to their shared bedroom. He might have just come out of the bathroom, as water droplets were falling on his forehead and his hair looked wet.

—"Were the other person's words funny?"

He laughed. You remained still for a few seconds at his question.

-"Sorry?".

You spoke softly and clearly. When you leaned against the kitchen counter, Toji took advantage immediately. He approached you and placed his arms on either side of you.

—"Don't come at me with lies. I know very well that that so-called friend of yours didn't have good intentions towards you."

He sighed. He looked at you with that coldness he always carried with him.